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| he didn't know if he was sleepy or not. he just knew that everything he did was sluggish. he felt like he was watching it all happen somewhere else. he felt he couldn't move. | |
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| like his back's ache was dull and in the end he was the same. whether 4 hours of sleep in the past 2 days was enough he wasn't sure. he didn't wanna nap. it would throw off his circadian rhythym. | |
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| he wouldn't want that. he'd just keep trying to to go to bed. and when he failed he'd numbly let it slide. and in his disembodied muddle muddle about the room | |
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| letting irritating lights remind him he'd had a contact in for 5 months and it was only a matter of time before his eye burned right out of its socket. | |
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